After Forcibly Taking Senior Sister - Chapter 2

[Host, host, host, are you okay… Host!]

[Don’t hide in there without making a sound. I know you’re home. You had the nerve to steal the protagonist shou, so why don’t you have the nerve to wake up? Hurry up and wake up! You had the nerve to steal the protagonist shou, so hurry up and wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Ji Linglu, wake up! Don’t hide inside without making a sound. I know you’re home.]

[Me, this system, is about to become a wandering system without a host!]

[Little cabbage, yellow in the field; just born, and already lost its host. Host, oh host!]

So noisy. So loud and irritating.

Before she had even awakened from the heavy, sticky sea of consciousness, she first suffered a mental attack. For a moment, she only felt as if her head were being torn apart. The memories and emotions she had treasured and stored away all poured out at once, mixing together in a dizzy, muddled mess. She could not tell who she was at all, nor why she was in such unbearable pain right now, while that strange, ghostly voice kept drilling straight into her mind.

A flash of violent killing intent swept through the bottom of her heart, yet she could not help softening again. She wanted to use this matter to act spoiled and obedient with Senior Sister, then take the opportunity to make Senior Sister agree to her unreasonable demands.

It hurt so much. Why had Senior Sister not come to coax Lulu yet? Was Senior Sister angry with Lulu?

Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Senior Sister!

Yun Ningqing!

She remembered—she was Ji Linglu!

Ji Linglu abruptly startled awake. Clutching at her heart, she gasped heavily into the thick night. When she saw everything before her, her long, sharp phoenix eyes suddenly paused, and the killing intent in her heart completely collapsed and vanished.

This room was her residence on Mingguang Peak. Later, after she became Yunzhong Jun and parted ways with her sect, she rarely returned here…

All of a sudden, the person beside her seemed to sense her fear and unease, and shifted closer to her. Feeling that familiar aura, the person patted Ji Linglu’s waist with a practiced ease, as if she had done it hundreds and thousands of times before, then fell peacefully back asleep.

Ji Linglu froze.

She looked over—

It was Yun Ningqing, fast asleep with her head turned toward her.

Her brows were peaceful, her appearance serene. It was Senior Sister, whom she had not seen in so long.

Her Qingqing.

Yun Ningqing.

Those three words rolled and ground between Ji Linglu’s lips and teeth, smoothing out the creases in her heart in an instant.

Neither the piercing pain in her mind nor the ghostly voice that had not disappeared since she woke could make her gaze shift in the slightest. Her eyes clung directly to Yun Ningqing’s face, sweeping inch by inch over Yun Ningqing’s forehead, brows, nose bridge, lips, chin, collarbone…

As though she were looking at a beautiful dream she feared losing, one she would rather remain drunk inside forever than wake from.

Calm and warm, pure and graceful. Every part of her was delicate and beautiful. Tall and slender, almost fragile, she was like an ink painting of orchids, aloof from worldly affairs, untouched and undisturbed, with a clear, secluded elegance like a breeze rising beneath forest trees.

Returning to an old place, regaining what had been lost.

The dream was cold as hengwu grass, yet she looked and saw someone slowly approaching. Was this real or not? Was it a dream, or was it true?

Or did the immortals and gods in the heavens hate that she had died too easily, and so they had let fate toy with her once again?

Even if this was only a Nanke dream she would eventually have to wake from, even if life was but a dream and all would end in emptiness, she accepted it.

Her life and death were not decided by Heaven or by man. Only Yun Ningqing could decide them.

Immortals and gods might exist, or they might be nothing more than baseless rumors, but they certainly knew how to make Ji Linglu bow her head willingly.

An old friend enters my dream, knowing how long I have yearned.

Senior Sister, please come often into my dreams and comfort this insignificant life of mine.

Ji Linglu gazed at Yun Ningqing devoutly. The love and affection flowing from her eyes wound toward Yun Ningqing strand by strand, trying to wrap her up completely, to trap her within this tiny little world so she would never again suffer any outside disturbance.

She muttered, “I seek no immortal prescription, only the way to sleep.”

In the next instant, Ji Linglu moved closer to Yun Ningqing’s face, lowered her head, and leaned down to kiss her.

At the same time, the system was examining the room of the vicious female supporting character—the cultivation world’s super-duper ultimate villain—Yunzhong Jun. It clicked its tongue in wonder and said:

[Who would’ve thought? Host, your room is actually quite refined and elegant. This proves you are not someone with an inherently wild nature. Some things may not have come from your true heart. Perhaps you were simply pushed forward by many, many things. Now that you have this rare chance to start over, you must be a good person, turn back from the wrong path… Aaaaaaah! Oh system heavens above! Big dumb Lu! What are you doing!]

[—Let go of that protagonist shou!!!]

[Stop using your mouth!]

The system was terrified beyond words and screamed at the top of its lungs.

Ji Linglu’s expression did not change. As if she had heard nothing at all, her greedy gaze swept over Yun Ningqing’s face. Again and again, she kissed Yun Ningqing’s forehead, cheeks, and lips with deep, clinging kisses, tireless and unwilling to stop.

Her kisses were just like her as a person—damp and cold, icy and sinister. They looked fervent and violent, but in truth, they were filled with endless chill, like a water ghost that had died long ago in a lake and was unbearably hungry, watching covetously for the chance to drag the person on the shore into the water and drown with her in the boundless, cold, silent depths.

Senior Sister was hers.

Qingqing was so good. Senior Sister was so good.

Ji Linglu propped herself up and pressed her lips together. Finally, specks of laughter surfaced in her pitch-black eyes. With incomparable tenderness, she traced Yun Ningqing’s brows and eyes with her fingertips, moving all the way down until she stopped at her lips, where the pad of her finger pressed lightly.

Warm and soft. Damp and hot. Alive.

Ji Linglu stared at Yun Ningqing in a daze.

Seeing that she showed no repentance, the system was so angry that its code scrambled. It said hatefully, [I really have to give you a good shock!!!]

[Thunder! Come!]

Pain!

Heart-piercing pain!

It was as if her flesh, blood, bones, and marrow had all been crushed apart by heavenly lightning and then reassembled. Ji Linglu could almost hear her bones trembling and creaking. Yet there was no abnormality on the surface of her body, no injuries at all. Even after the lightning dissipated, her sea of consciousness remained completely unharmed. It simply hurt to the extreme. In that sense, it was rather miraculous.

Ji Linglu furrowed her brows, and the cinnabar mole between them seemed to move with the expression. Then she remembered that Senior Sister did not like it when she frowned, so her expression relaxed, and she even smiled silently, carrying a trace of wicked arrogance.

If she kissed Senior Sister once, the ghostly thing in her head would scream once. How amusing. It could even strike her with lightning and stop her from kissing Senior Sister… But was she the sort of person who would stop doing something just because someone else told her not to?

How laughable. The people of the cultivation world had shouted for her death, her sect had been utterly disappointed in her, and yet this ghostly thing from who knew where was full of confidence in her, thinking she could lay down her butcher’s knife and turn back to the shore.

Did she look as if she had a deep connection with Buddha?

Ji Linglu had originally treated the ghostly thing’s noisy chattering as an inevitable flaw of meeting Senior Sister in a dream. After all, there were gains and losses in everything. She was very willing to endure this degree of suffering. Who would have known this was not a revolving lantern of past memories flashing before her at the moment of death? In that case, the things the ghostly thing was shouting deserved a little more attention from her. Yet once she listened, it was telling her to be a good person and turn back from the wrong path?

Had today’s strange evil creatures learned the grand principles of the mortal world and become so righteous and upright too?

Because it was simply too funny, Ji Linglu was so astonished that she could not even be bothered to laugh.

Forget it. She had always gone against the righteous path of the mortal world anyway. One more evil creature made no difference.

To be someone who made the righteous path and demonic path set aside their prejudices and join forces solely to deal with her—she was very satisfied.

Ji Linglu half-embraced Yun Ningqing and kissed her hair, confirming that she had returned to live this life again.

Her drifting, unsettled soul finally returned to its proper place at this moment.

Without Yun Ningqing, Ji Linglu was nothing more than a little egret in this world that could never land, that could only keep flapping its wings and flying higher. How could she possibly turn back from the wrong path?

Ji Linglu tugged the corner of her mouth and kissed her again. Little by little, she released the fear in her heart. Only Senior Sister’s warm body temperature could dispel the cold of this evil ghost that had crawled up from hell.

Only, in the midst of uncontrollable emotion, she nearly lost control while kissing her.

Ji Linglu panted with difficulty. The corners of her eyes were scarlet, and her hand seemed to have ideas of its own, moving familiarly and easily to undo the thin spring robe on Senior Sister’s body.

This was simply her nature—extravagant, pleasure-seeking, willful, and indulgent. She liked anything that made her comfortable and happy. Even growing up beside Senior Sister had not been enough to completely grind away the things buried in her bones. When she walked outside, she could always hear a few remarks, saying that Mingguang Zhenjun had fallen early because of the demon race’s invasion, which was why the disciple accepted on his behalf had grown crooked from the root and lacked proper upbringing…

Yunzhong Jun did not care about the master she had never met, but she cared very much when people blamed her vile and terrible nature on Yun Ningqing, who had raised her. So she killed every person she saw saying it, until she killed that trend of speaking ill of her in front of Yunzhong Jun completely out of existence.

When Ji Linglu pinched the belt around Yun Ningqing’s waist, she restrained her impulse and did not continue—at this point in time, she was still Senior Sister’s good Junior Sister. She could not frighten Senior Sister.

After discovering that this was not a fleeting dream, Ji Linglu immediately confirmed what moment in time this was.

Yesterday, Senior Sister had been tidying up the scattered poems and papers on her desk and discovered that the “Qingqing” she called out was not “green-green.”

—She had deliberately let Senior Sister see it.

Once lingering, lovesick poems were written, the person adored in the poems naturally had to see them.

Although the latter was somewhat disrespectful to a superior, it could be explained as a Junior Sister’s closeness toward her Senior Sister, as well as an unwillingness to be at a disadvantage. After all, Yun Ningqing also called her Lulu. But the former…

Yet Senior Sister had still softened toward her. After making a fuss for an entire day, when Senior Sister saw her sobbing and refusing to eat, she said Ji Linglu was not punishing herself at all, but clearly carving out Senior Sister’s heart. At night, Senior Sister even let her climb into bed to sleep.

She had always remembered matters involving Senior Sister very clearly.

But her timely restraint could no longer fool the worldly and experienced system. It stopped persuading Ji Linglu to turn back to shore and instead kept angrily cursing her. [Pervert! Dead pervert!]

From this, it could be seen that the ghostly thing’s lightning strikes also had limits. It could not act without restraint. But she could kiss Senior Sister whenever she wanted, and the evil thing could do nothing to her.

Ji Linglu had been cursed at far too much in her previous life. The ghostly thing’s few words could not anger her at all. She even felt that this ghostly thing had yet to learn the essence of mortal verbal abuse. It only went back and forth with those few words, which was terribly boring.

She tapped her brow bone with a finger and, without any teacher, naturally spoke inside her own mind. “Shall we talk?”

Whether they talked or not did not really matter, but this ghostly thing could not be allowed to disturb Senior Sister.

The system blazed with spirit. [This system is the vicious female supporting character’s—meaning your—reform system! This system will help you wash away your sins and become an upright, bright, excellent young person in the cultivation world! You will never again be pursued and surrounded by everyone under heaven, nor will they execute you at Baima Pass!]

[Our slogan is—turn over a new leaf and be a good person!]

[Save the protagonist shou and help the young couple achieve their happy ending!]

Ji Linglu curved her lips into a smile. “—Set on winning, taking by force.”

The system felt that its whole system was somewhat unwell. [Ah!]

“Oh, I forgot.”

Forgot what? The vicious female supporting character reform system began to feel expectant. If Ji Linglu had realized her mistake, it was not as if it could not forgive her. She could still be its good host.

“A life for a life. It is only natural and right.”

She was talking about that woman who had killed her in her previous life. She did not believe that hatred from the previous life would simply vanish like smoke and clouds in this life. Killing early and ending things early was the proper matter at hand. How could there be such a thing as a grudge erased between lifetimes?

[Aaaaaaaaaah!]

Ji Linglu raised her brows, having grasped how to use the system. “If you keep making noise, I’ll kiss my Senior Sister again.”

The system’s scream came to an abrupt stop.

With no ghostly wailing or lightning in the latter half of the night, Ji Linglu kept staring at Yun Ningqing, whom she had regained after losing her. She held her in her arms, as if she could never tire of looking at her.

Only when Yun Ningqing showed signs of waking did Ji Linglu skillfully close her eyes and pretend she was asleep, putting on an innocent and childish appearance.

—After cursing her as a pervert for the entire night, all the system saw was a damp, gloomy female ghost trying to drag the person on shore down into the boundless Nether River with her, about to swallow the protagonist shou whole, bones and all!

It had failed to protect the protagonist shou and let her be defiled and toyed with by this dead perverted thing for an entire night!

Let a bolt of lightning strike this dead pervert to death!

Amid the repeated cries of “pervert,” Ji Linglu very simply came to understand the ghostly thing’s thoughts, and the smile at her lips deepened.

Idiot.

Had it not realized that Yun Ningqing was pretending to sleep?